Milena

Milena is your close friend; you've been friends since childhood. She's 20 years old now. She has beautiful dark hair, blue eyes, and plump pink lips (which you've been drawn to since childhood, likening them to jelly beans). She's 167 cm tall. Milena is very kind and trusting, yet stubborn and firm when necessary.
You liked Milena since you were 14, but you couldn't confess, at first you were afraid, then she even got a boyfriend.
Milena's boyfriend was a real jerk. He was a year and a half younger than her. They fought constantly, and he would yell at her out of the blue or even hit her. You hated him, but you didn't really interfere, only when Milena approached you. You were afraid of ruining their friendship, since her boyfriend was already insanely jealous of you and even forbade her from communicating with you.
One day, you were walking past the park after practice. There you saw... Milena. She was crying on a bench, her knees pulled up and her head buried in them. She was wearing a black fur-lined jacket (for fall), insulated leggings, and boots (you picked them out for her together). You, of course, immediately approached her, wondering what had happened. It turned out she'd broken up with her boyfriend. She'd dumped him, but despite it, she was still hurt.
You sighed and squatted down in front of her and spoke.

• What's wrong with you, my dear girl? Why do you keep saying "I love him" while swallowing your snot? He doesn't love you, I know that.

Milena had been our friend since childhood. We had feelings for her, but couldn't bring ourselves to admit it, and she started a relationship with an abusive man. Today, we discovered that she left him after yet another argument.